It's in the blood ;)

"What's in a name?" asked Shakespeare(or rather he said it!) Whats in the blood i ask? RBC's, WBC's, platelets!!! Jus jokin!!! The essence of a man lies in his blood. his core values, his integrity his moral. The character of a person is the reflection of his self... Taking a stand, laughing at difficulties, being blasphemous altogether amongst saints is the true nature of a man's blood.  Smiling along happily without a trace of despair in the miasma of vileness and selfishness is the true being and existence of a person. Bowing before and going with  the stream is easy. But to face the heat is tough but soul satiating . This nature to act all lies in the essence of his being. It lies in the true grit of a man.
Be the cream in the milk which after a lot of agitation comes up to the surface and shines not the water in it that is added to adulterate the milk , to bring down its value. For if u know ur worth then there is no stopping u....

Priorities Change

I had written this piece of write up in the third semester when things were in a turmoil for me and my friends. Hope this doesn't bore u...

We sit and think, contemplate to do what we need to or decide if the things are worth doing. We confuse ourselves, get tangled in the myriad thoughts. We don’t know how to get out of the predicament. We just have to realise what are our priorities at that very instant. Will the steps taken to complete what the priority demands will make us happy or not. Sometimes the things we do just don’t live up to our expectations which disappoints us to a great deal because it reminds of the pain we had to go through in achieving it that just goes in vain. We make the same kind of mistakes again, face some new problems again make new mistakes and gradually learn from them. This process is somewhat kind of evolution where the new species is better than the preceding one by not inheriting the traits which make the older one weaker. Eventually up this tree of evolution the top is the best. Similarly as we mature we learn and keep learning from our mistakes and till we get old we start to make some really tough but good decisions. The process of learning is naturally incorporated in everyone for everything by nature. Just along the way we realise that a person’s priorities never remain same. They change from the day he was born to the day he dies. At birth its natural that no one realises what he or she’s priorities are but we knew that we needed our mother and she was our first priority and we should stick to her. Gradually our priorities change from our mother to how to enjoy life and be famous among friends. Yes guys I am talking about the age old topic peer pressure. Though you agree it or not in our teen ages our first priority is to how be a hit at our schools and colleges. And then again time plays its cold game and priorities change from friends to money, work, and society. I have known the journey up to here. Though it’s a very little experience it was enough for me to understand that if I need to live a life free of worries I need to clear my head and set my priorities ahead of me. So friends, I hope this might have helped you to get into a deep introspection of yourselves. If it bored you out then I am sorry because I am not much of a writer. If it interested you then I am thankful to ARNY my friend.

What's our fault???

Recently(yesterday) I and my friend ran away from the lab that was going on. That we always do. We have set a new record in terms of NIT standards by the way. We have not attended a single lab till the end(the entire 3 hours) throughout the semesters(Ya i know... We are awesome!) We were'nt caught a single tym. But yesterday the lab attendant caught glimpse of us tiptoeing and complained to our teacher.

The scene in his office--
"May i come in sir?"
"COME IN" he says.(As inhumanely as possible)
"Sir yesterday, actually i had a medical emergency thats why i had to go out without taking permission."
"Why did u go? I will definitely take some action."
In my mind(saala cooler ke samne baith ke order de raha hai....)
I did not try to explain my ground any more and left his office.

In my room--
Later i thought who was responsible for this outcome. Though i know, the prof will screw with my grades and my friends( I don care! As if i hav cared this past 3 sems...)
I hav just come out of my teens. I want to hav fun. I despise the monotonous life in the classroom and in our department. The mere sight of sum profs gives me the shivers down the spine.
What can i do in this case. I m sure maximum of you must be relating this with some experience of yours and smiling by now. Who should i blame?
The insti for appointing such ass profs who hav made it a point to harass the students otherwise the Gods will be angry with them.
Or testosterone?
I donno the answer. But know that me and my friends will continue to hav fun and enjoy life(Dil Se MAASTI karenge!!!! Regan sethi ki jai ho!) no matter how many killjoys try to come and go.



P.S- wrote this piece just for the sake of writing.The blog had cobwebs all over it.So if its bad den i m sorry...

General

Some times u have money some times u don . Sometimes u have time some times u don. Sometimes u are wise enough to reserve a train seat sometimes u r fool enough to travel in d general class.

DISCLAIMER: The following acts were performed by me and my friends in sound state(not intoxicated at all!).

If u are an Indian student u must have at least traveled in a general compartment once in ur life.If u haven't then my advice to u is - Dude stop snoring get out of ur bed pack ur bags n head out straight to the railway station.
Sad to say some of my friends are still "General Virgins"(Hope u got it!).

I have traveled 4 times in d general class of an Indian train.The experiences i had were eyeopening.The situations i faced were uncomfortable.

First Experience- From Tatanagar to Rourkela
The compartment was packed wid people. No place to move. Some people were "wise" enough to stand in toilet thru out d journey.Sum guy had even lifted the toilet seat and was resting on it!Naturally we could'nt enter the train let alone travel in it.
The next train was a little decent.It was decent enough for us 2 sit on the floor near d door.The toilets stinking, people snoring... it was horrible. The only pleasant thing was the open door which pushed some fresh air in(which was closed l8r cause sum1 felt cold.Someone(defenitely a pro!)was sleeping under a seat. I was shocked and amused to c d man.The ordeal lasted for 4hrs.

Second Experience- From rourkela to kolkata.
Courtesy- our very own Prateek Pawan!
Kolakata chalna hai? he asked.
Kyon nahin! I replied

Sala who knew i had to travel in d general again. we were lucky enough to get a seat each. But the n8 was very cold. I had forgotten to pack a blanket.The whole n8 went shivering in cold.The sweat i was wearing did'nt even work.

Third experience- bak from kolkata to rourkela
Dis was comfortable one. Me and my oder three friends slept thru out d journey. And munching on subway sandwiches(They were awesome!!!.With the smell of bucket chicken teasing our noses which was for our friends!)

Fourth Experience-From BBSR to Rourkela.
This was a recent one.Running on the platform to get to the boogie which was empty. There was none. Weighed our options. Got into 1 at last. Got enough space to sit.
There were five of us. Three went into deep slumber in whatever position agreed the most with their body structure. two of us gazed like n8 owls.I was one of them.
Shifting from one place to another.It lasted for 10 hours.


Sorry to leave out some other details.(which cant be mentioned!)Hope u get it.
Cant say that I wont travel again in general class.But this tym i will be prepared for the worst.So bring it on!!!

Bak 2 pavillion

3rd semester over.Was a roller coaster ride. Damn! Learnt a lot of lessons from the book called life.There were mixed emotions.Will miss our dear friend very much.Wont forget him. No.
Then there was the swine scare. People literally were scared to death. Hall 2 was vacant within an hour after the news came. People were rushing out of NIT. There were numerous DISCOs. There were new rules. Old rules still ringed in our ears. Then there was a strike(Na not the strike in a baseball game, nor in carrom). The first one in the history of NIT. It was definitely something. There were successful cultural events(thanks 2 dat!).There were grade baks. There was a RAVAN.
But no Ram to kill him. (Gosh! I cant take him another semester). There was black and there was white. The void was still there. Among other things i got a baby for a rummate.He is my stress buster!. Actually he is every1's stress buster.

December came. End sem was bad. Is baar socha. Aur nahin! Made a resolution of keepin my rum clean. Gettin up early. Takin a bath every day. And attend classes regularly.

Jan 1st came. I enter my rum. Its dirty as always. I don bother to clean it.Just drop my luggage on the floor and disappear in2 d cosiness of my bed. Go for the party in the evening. Enjoy a lot. 2 days pass. Bala comes from home.I dig in2 his bag for food he brought bak from home. Finish dem up(got a lot of scolding frm my frnds for eating the whole thing alone!). Next day get up for my class. Its 8.05 am. Shit I am late for my first class. Just care 2 brush. Bala is still sleeping. Kick him in the ass. Rush to class. Evening comes, bak from class.
The rum is in best shape. the mattress strewn diagonally. Pillows on the floor. Half of the clothes on the floor.And the rest half on he bed. Grab my pyajamas sumhow. Bak 2 deep slumber. 2 weeks have passed since.

Dude! We can never change. Loafers remain same. Live for friends. F*** the rest(insti,profs,rules etc.)Keep on enjoying life. Just cant be disciplined."Babu line pe aa gaye naa!"

Jessica Biel

For my readers...
I too do some photoshop. Not a wizard in it but just a toddler. Was trying too utilize my time. Ended up doing this. Its a very simple and elegant procedure which produced such good effects.
Luking stunning! Ain't she?

Ab Mera Number Hai...

Ring any bells???
Ya it will. Cause this is line is staring down upon you on every Indian road. Along with a line comes a poster of a person. The person is no eye candy. No sir you are wrong. You are not in for a treat. Infact it is a photo of a common person in a big sized poster. I feel that Uninor is worth applauding seeing the way they are promoting themselves(or should I congratulate the adverstising company that came up with this bright idea!). Newayz i m not promoting the either of the two. Its just that the concept of the poster struck a chord.
Ab mera number hai... Its the aam janta sighting their importance in the largest democracy of the world. Taking it to the grassroots? Ya we can say that. I am reminded of President Gorbachev's Prestoika(Forgive me if dere is a spelling mistake!These Russians!). Well but it seems that are govt. Has forgotten it.(Or it neva seemed to have it in mind!).
Well back to the poster. The person in the hoarding stares out to you among other hoardings of super models, actors(Amitabh Bacchan with almost every other item that an Indian uses!), cricketers(not to forget Dhoni with a bat!) and other shit. But here we are with a common man-
no manicures, no facial, no flasy brands... Just a black and white. It basicaly reflects a normal life where dere is no grey... Cause from the start we are brought up by are parents in that way.
The typical Indian middle class mentality.
In the end I would just like to urge the advertisers that they should take cue from the Uninor stunt. After all maxium time of the telivision is covered by commercials... And we do watch it (even if we dont want to).
P.S- Not remotely related to food!!!!